![]() ![]() It seemed that if you were an Asian actor, you could either perform martial arts stunts or you were B.D. Over the intervening years between then and now, I would come to notice more and more often how little represented the Asian segment of our population was in the American film product. Those top four panels are gratuitously heartbreaking. (I lived in a warm, Southern Californian bubble in which I had imagined the world had finally reached a sort of colourblind enlightenment. Dragon, in almost every way, seemed to me an unremarkable movie, but I do credit it for making me aware that racial matters did still exist. Growing up I had several Asian-American friends and I wasn’t able to connect Rooney’s performance with the ethnic identities of any of these friends. ![]() I had seen Breakfast before this but had not really understood the import of the scene. In it, Lee becomes offended while watching Mickey Rooney essay a devastatingly racist depiction (all in good humour!) of a Japanese man in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I first encountered (back before it had the name) the idea of race-bending, or at least came to the realization of how offensive it could be, in the Bruce Lee biopic Dragon way back in 1993. That’s a terrible way to begin a review of a good book. ![]() It’s funny that the most notable thing I can tell you about this book is that it’s in colour. ![]()
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